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The Black dog follows me;
Down the dark lanes and pathways of the years;
Over the wide, cold chasms in the night,
With steady, even pace, I am pursued.

I lift my torch, to survey the darkness all about;
My hand is trembling, and my breath is short,
Yet I hear the soft shuffle of his feet as he draws near.
Black dog, where are you tonight?

I hear a low growl from his throat,
Why do you follow me?
I scream and beat the air with my flame.
I did not summon you.

He recedes then circles round again,
Circling, circling in the darkness.
I cannot run, I cannot hide.
He circles and comes round again, in slow advance.

Sharp teeth glisten in the firelight;
As he howls at the moon.
Always just beyond my torchlight;
Always there yet not in arms reach.

Through the long years he follows;
Hot breath lusting for my throat.
Yellow eyes there in the blackness;
Thirsting, thirsting for my soul.

Howl, Black dog you'll never get me,
Though we dance for a thousand mid-nights.
I have a strength not of the darkness.
I hear you howl at the moon.

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